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Left Alone in the Burrow	By : FeatheredQuill Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Charlie Views: 25978 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, or any characters from it. It is owned by J. K. Rowling only. Various publishers are Bloomsbury Books, Raincoat Books and Warner Bros. Inc. I make no money from this, or any other fictions I write.

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Author's Note: What is this? Another chapter? Yes, yes, I am aware I have not updated in seven trillion billion years, but here's an saucy chapter to make up for it!

Hermione finished wrapping her thigh in a bandage and covered it with her pretty, butterfly-printed skirt, smoothing the crinkles out nervously.

She was going to go into Diagon Alley with Charlie Weasley, the ginger-haired sex god. She would not allow herself to fall back into his muscular arms again- she barely knew the man! Hermione promised herself that their relationship from now on would be platonic, like hers and Ginny. Well, maybe not Ginny, Hermione highly doubted Charlie would want to clothes shop with her.

He’d just rather take her clothes off.

A tremble went through Hermione’s body, sending sparks straight to her mound as she thought about what Charlie could do with a naked Hermione…

No! These thoughts were not allowed! Purely professional, purely professional, Hermione repeated.

* * * *

Charlie grinned widely as he walked to Hermione’s room and heard her muttering. The only words Charlie caught though, was the vehemently exclaimed, “NO!”, and a mumbled, “…professional”.

He guessed Hermione believed their little fling was over. Oh, how wrong she was. Charlie had barely begun with the witch.

He sauntered into her room and leant lazily against the doorframe, smiling.

* * * *

Hermione’s heart stuttered for a moment as she saw the handsome, rugged man in her doorway.

“Purely professional. Purely professional.” Hermione chanted in her head before turning and gifting the red-headed man with a smile.

“Are you ready to go?” Charlie’s low, husky tone was designed to break down a woman’s defenses, slip into her mind, and her knickers.

“Yes.” Hermione swallowed and walked to the door, brushing against Charlie’s warm skin as she passed. She shuddered in pleasure at the forbidden touch. Hermione carried on down the stairs biting out her mantra, “purely professional, purely professional,” under her breath.

Charlie, following closely behind, chuckled.

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The apothecary in Diagon Alley was small and dingy. It smelt strongly of herbs and the heat was almost unbearable. There were cauldrons placed in every corner, each bubbling and spewing out different colored smoke plumes. A dark-haired wizard strolled to and from each frothing mass, occasionally stirring or adding a new ingredient.

“Professor Snape! How lovely to see you!”

“Lovely is hardly the term I would use, Miss Granger, but tolerable. I will tolerate your insufferable presence.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. Apparently Snape’s stint at St. Mungo’s recovering after the War hadn’t improved his bad humour or sharp tongue. She made a mental note to suggest behavior rehabilitation instead.

Charlie browsed through the shelves, smelling a few items and then sneezing. Snape sent him venomous looks from across the room.

“Do you have my potion?”

“Yes. It’s here, there’s enough for a month. Has there been any improvement?”

“No, not really. Except for… when Charlie touched it.”

“How sweet. However, not the idiocy I was in fact looking for.”

“No, not like that! He did something. Charlie! Come over here.”

Charlie walked over. He quirked his eyebrow at Hermione.

She responded. “What did you do to my leg when you made it feel better? You never told me.”

He laughed and opened his mouth to tell her before being dragged off by Snape

who interrogated him. Hermione sighed. When Snape was on a information-seeking rampage, nothing would stop him.

“I’ll be in Flourish and Blotts, Charlie.” Hermione called out. She strolled to the bookstore, admiring the blue sky above her. Since the defeat of the Dark Lord, there had been many sunny days, clichéd as it seemed.

Hermione entered the shop, the door tinkling as she opened it. She was alone in the shop. Finally. No Charlie to poke his head around a corner with the intention to fluster her.

Hermione nodded her head to the elderly man attending the till and made her way upstairs, to the Potions books. She settled herself in the corner with a heavy volume and began to read. As per usual, when Hermione had a book, she lost track of time and her sense of the surroundings.

She didn’t notice Charlie quietly making his way up the rickety staircase and edging into the room. Instead of perusing the book shelves, as was customary to do in a book shop, he sat down and stared at Hermione, wondering when she would look up.

Each sigh she made as she turned a page, and watching her fingertips gently trail down the dusty book was making sitting down very uncomfortable for Charlie. He shifted to try to ease the ache in his jeans and it caught the young witch’s attention. She brushed her hair behind her ear before saying in a calm, clear voice, “How long have you been here, Charlie?”

“About five minutes.”

Hermione looked up at the red-haired wizard in shock. How had she not noticed him? She shrugged it off, putting it down to the interesting qualities of the book she was reading, got up and stretched. She had a terrible knot in her back from the position she was previously sitting in.

Charlie’s mouth watered as he looked at the female in front of him reaching to the ceiling, her chest being pushed out as she did. He stood and readjusted his trousers.

Hermione was suddenly aware of a presence behind her. A warm, male presence who was very familiar. His hands cupped the slope of her bottom and then skated from her hips to just below her breasts.

“In a bookshop, Charlie? These places are quiet- noise travels easily.”

“Then, my dear, you will have to work on not making a lot of noise.” And with that, he reached around and lightly squeezed her breasts. Hermione moaned.

“Naughty girl. What did I say about no noise?”

Hermione nodded, lips pressed firmly together and arched her back, pushing her chest into his hands.

“Lie on the floor. On your stomach.”

Hermione complied to the rugged wizard’s whisper. His hands roamed along her back, pushing up her heavy jumper. He lightly kneaded her shoulder muscles and Hermione whimpered. Charlie truly had a magical touch. He worked up and down her back and Hermione gradually began to feel boneless. All the tension had vanished from her back.

Charlie moved down, skimming over Hermione’s bottom to start at her calves. His fingers dug into her toned leg, releasing any aches she had. He trailed his fingers up her legs, and pushed them apart. Charlie knelt between the toned legs, and began to massage Hermione’s inner thighs. Hermione gasped and pushed her rump up. Charlie stopped his ministrations to hiss, “No sound.”

Hermione bit her lip. She couldn’t possibly keep quiet while Charlie’s hand was slowly getting closer and closer to- “Oh!”.

Charlie smirked and lowered his mouth to his witch’s thigh. He sucked and bit at the creamy white skin and came away satisfied. He had marked his territory. On Hermione’s right thigh was a love bite. Charlie’s love bite. Yet again, Hermione pushed her bottom into the air. She wanted more but Charlie wasn’t giving it to her.

He lightly touched her mound through her soaking knickers and stroked. Hermione groaned and Charlie stopped.

“Yes, yes, no sound, I get it. Just for Merlin’s sake, do something!” Hermione whispered furiously. Charlie grinned.

“Of course, my lady.” He ripped her knickers off and plunged his forefingers into her wet channel. Hermione writhed beneath him, shoving her fist in her mouth to stifle her whimpers. The other hand slammed to the floor and her nails scratched along the wood. Charlie bent his head to her back and lightly kissed her smooth skin, flicking out his tongue to taste her skin. He could hear a swift intake of breath from beneath him.

He thrust his fingers into her over and over. Her cries were getting more and more frequent and louder. Charlie moved his mouth up and nibbled on her neck. Hermione moaned.

Charlie ceased all movement, his fingers still buried inside her. He shifted and whispered straight into her ear, “You shouldn’t have made a noise, Hermione.”

Hermione’s attention was caught by the tickle from his warm breath on her ear which spread pleasant tingles throughout her body. Then she understood what he had said.

“What? Why?”

Charlie smiled. “Make too much noise and someone will come.” He stood, wiping his fingers on her ripped knickers and walked to the door, where Hermione could hear him quietly talking to the book store owner. She flushed and stayed very still. Had the shop owner heard her moans? Could he see her?

The stairs creaked as the old man made his way back down the stairs. Charlie returned and stared down at the witch on the floor. Her hair was messy, her top was around her neck, allowing Charlie to see her lace-encased breasts and her bare bottom was still pushed into the air. Overall, Hermione made a pleasing picture. He heard her whimper as she felt his eyes on her. He suddenly realized she had been unsatisfied two times now, and in the Weasley house, there wasn’t much chance for her to help herself in between. He had learnt that from experience.

“Charlie! Please!” Her fervent whispers were not lost on Charlie but he did nothing.

Fred and George were not the only troublemakers in the Weasley family. This was going to be so much fun, Charlie thought.

Woo! Another chapter! I hope you enjoyed it, please tell me if you did in the reviews, I love reading them and answering them! And, talking of which, here's the answers to the previous reviews, bit late but oh well!

LC- Well, here's some more! I'm glad you enjoyed it XD

Luminari_Lilium --> Thank you so much! And no, they're my OTP and hardly anyone writes them, so I thought I'd have a bash at it xD And Charlie will be teasing the frizzy one quite a lot for the next few chapters! ;)

Talented_Mrs_Lupin --> You have no idea how stunned I was to get a review from you, I love your work! And I'm glad to be the one to introduce you to this shipping, we are a select group, but incredibly awesome :P

cherripepsiisgod- Haha, thank you for your review! My Charlie is not the romantic kind at the moment, but maybe later on, eh? ;D
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